Married to introspection,
we left for Paris
And with fools and dilettantes,
got carried away
Living on melancholy,
our quarter was poor
The Seine’s romance but fiction
—our fantasies played
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)
The Loving Stopped
I loved her,
for as long as I liked her
But when I stopped liking her
—the loving stopped
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)
Insulation
Vision is to
art
As grace is to
the soul
Not one
without the other
Blanket
against the cold
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)
Distance Calling
The channel seemed open,
but the tuner was stuck
Its dial had frozen,
mixed static and such
The instructions were missing,
and the knobs wouldn’t turn
Its transmission now distant
—all frequency burned
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)
Into My Prose
I need to bring more Poetry
into my Prose…
To spill the blood richer
flowing out of my veins
To reseason the words
going into the fire
To spread the wings open
—on a future untold
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)
An Ever Changing Tide
Stretching and pulling,
the Universe goes on
Cosmology’s wonderment,
each day a new dawn
The Spacetime Continuum,
today’s Top 40 hit
Tomorrow inherent,
unless we’ve been misled
The deeper the probing,
the ‘Bigger the Bang’
What Einstein, Godel,
and Penrose began
The good news for knowledge
as we err and refute
Like a tide ever changing
—to immerse in its truth
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)
Trapped Within
The physics of divinity,
atheists chide
Pews filled with charlatans,
believers on trial
Trapped in their reasoning,
with all logic stretched thin
Building walls to keep light out
—and darkness within
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)